KNOWING MORE ABOUT THE ALPHA KING

HAZEL

"When is the next full moon?" I ask, my fingers brush over the counter top. Ramon is slicing up some carrots for some kind of soup he's making. He purses his lips while he concentrates on not chopping his fingers up.

"In a few weeks. Why?" He scrapes the carrot into the pot and turns to look at me. I poke my bottom lip out and shrug my shoulders.

"I just don't want the..heat to happen-" I try to explain without embarrassing myself. Ramon raises an eyebrow at my shyness.

"It only really hurts when you're still human." He says. I feel his eyes on my body before they're ripped from me completely. "But you won't have to worry about that." He adds, stirring the pot.

"Why?" I ask. I've already confused myself. I take a seat at the nearest barstool and spin around to ease the awkwardness.

"Trust me when I say I'll have all of you before then. Yeah?" His back is to me but I can almost feel that he has a smile on his face. I go quiet.

"Why didn't you just do it last night?" I ask. Ramon looks at me after setting the flame to a lower temperature. He presses his hands against the edge of the bar and leans a little closer to me. I notice the veins in his arms are sticking out.

"Tell me munchkin, would you have wanted that?" He asks. I can't tell what he's really asking. Is it sarcasm or a rhetorical question? I chew on the inside of my cheek.

"Would you have wanted me to do that to you? To touch you where you've never been touched, and kiss you where you haven't ever been kissed?"

"What if I said yes?" I ask. His hands grip the edge of the countertop tighter. I feel a fear growing inside of me as I look him in the eyes.

"If you said yes, then I'd take you right here." His eyes grow darker, suddenly I gulp. He's being serious. Ramon's wolf is coming to the surface and I don't know what to do.

"But we just met." I argue. Ramon rolls his eyes and releases the counter. He's gotten himself under control.

"That's exactly why I didn't do anything to you last night. Plus, would you really have wanted your first time to be because you were in pain and wanted it to go away? I'm pretty sure you would have thrown a fit this morning." He explains.

I open my mouth to speak but I don't say anything. Ramon grins, knowing that he's right. A huff of breath escapes my lips and I can't bring myself to look at him any more.

"Helloooooo" a voice calls, walking through the front door. I let out a breath and look towards Ramon. He smiles, and snorts before turning back to what he's doing.

"Hello, hot stuff." A man says. I turn and give him a once-over. He has dark hair, and dark eyes. My mate let's out a growl and pulls me closer to him.

"Enough, Jack, don't hit on her." Ramon looks a little furious. I put my hand against his shoulder and he relaxes slightly.

"I'm complementing her, sheesh." He snorts back at Ramon. "What are you making me for breakfast?" He wiggles his eyebrows.

"For you, nothing." Ramon makes sure to draw out his words. Jack frowns and looks at me for help.

"Then why would you make me come over?" He whines. I smile a little because of how childish he acts. Ramon pinches the bridge of his nose.

"I said to be here at seven tonight, Jack. Not noon. Do you ever listen?" My mate groans and Jackson shrugs his shoulders.

"I thought you liked it when I was early?" He argues, taking a seat on the counter. I'm silent as the two bicker at each other.

"When you're half an hour early, yes. Just...go and monitor the academy or something, yeah?" Ramon groans. Jackson rolls his eyes and stands to his feet.

"Okay," he mumbles. "Bye you sexy.." Jack utters as he walks out of the room. "ENOUGH JACKSON!" My mate yells and I flinch at how deep his voice had gotten.

"I wasn't talking to you, but whatever." He says, walking out the door without another word. I purse my lips and look towards the King in wonder.

"That's my Beta, Jackson. He's usually not that bad." Ramon says chuckling lightly and I only nod my head.

"Is he...?" I wonder. I don't want to ask about his sexuality. He might have just been joking. I don't know.

"He's bisexual, but don't worry Hazel, you're the only one I want." I feel a sensation run through me from the tone of his voice and the context of his words.

"Oh." I squeak. Ramon's lips curl into a smile. It isn't a gentle smile either, it's one of those ones that have something behind it. In his case, lust.

"You're too cute." He says with a soft smile. There's a sound of sizzling and I turn towards the pot.

"So, what are you cooking?" Ramon turns the flame on low and relaxes against the cabinet.

"Food." He replies and I roll my eyes at his intentional comment. Instead of saying anything back to him, I shrug my shoulders and walk out of the kitchen. I am yet to really have a chance and explore his house. Now would be a good time, I guess.

"Where the hell are you going to?" Ramon snaps and I instantly shoot my head towards him. He sounds completely dangerous.

"I was just going to look around.." My voice is softer than ever before. Suddenly I want to run to my mother's arms and be protected by her.

Ramon suddenly looks like he regrets what he has done. "I am sorry." He let's out a sigh and rips his eyes from me.

"You can go anywhere in the house, but do not open the red door." He warns. "That room is for my eyes only." He adds for emphasis. I chew on the inside of my cheek.

"Okay." I shake my head cautiously. Hearing him yell is spine chilling. It's something that I don't want to hear ever again.

When I return to the kitchen after exploring the house, Ramon isn't there. The stove fire is shut off, and the chopped up carrots are still remaining where I had last seen them.

His house is quite large, especially when it's only two people arranging to stay here. One, before me. At least, I think. His home is decorated modernly in black and red. It's extravagant to my eye- but everything to me is intriguing.

I walk by the room he told me not to go into. I cannot help but wonder what's inside of it. Everyone sometimes does what they're told not to do- and I almost did just that. Instead, I remember that curiosity killed the cat. Or at least in my case, the wolf.

"Ramon?" I call obliviously into the air. His house is nice and all, but it doesn't mean I like being alone. I really enjoy other people's company- and exploring. I take in a deep breath when there is no reply.

Once I catch his scent, I follow it to the front door. Hesitantly, I step out onto the porch. The light is on and a wave of bugs buzz around it. I've always thought those bugs, or any bugs in general, are completely disgusting.

"Don't worry," he chuckles lowly, "I didn't run off, baby." Mmmh, Baby. Considering how smooth his voice is, it sends a shiver down my spine. I scrunch my nose in disgust as I watch smoke being exhaled from his nostrils. He is fucking smoking a cigar!

"You smoke?" Stupid rhetorical question. He turns to me and holds the cigarette to his lips. The cherry burns brighter as he inhales.

"Is that a problem?" He says calmly, so calm, I'm almost afraid to answer him. I pull my lip between my teeth and shake my head no. I'm not a fan of it, but he is his own person and I cannot tell him what to do.

"No" I shrug, "it's just a bad habit. That's all." I watch as he turns away from me to blow the smoke out. By the way he did it, I'm almost positive he did it to keep the smoke from hitting me.

"So is picking your nose, or biting your nails." He shrugs. I nod my head in agreement. He tosses the cigarette onto the ground and puts it out with his shoe.

"I don't do either of those things." I say scrunching up my nose. Ramon turns to me and grins. He doesn't look like a man that would smoke. He doesn't even look as old as he really is.

"How long have you smoked?" I ask, knotting my eyebrows together. My fingers graze the top of a bush beside the porch. I want to know everything about my alpha king. My mate.

"For awhile," he says casually. "Why do you ask?" He wonders. I don't know why he doesn't dare come near me. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip and think about it.

"You just don't look like you've smoked for very long." I say with a shrug. He has an amused smile on his face now.

"You know nothing about Lycans, do you?"

He shakes his head. Silently he glances towards the moon then back at me.

I purse my lips but shake my head. I've heard about some before, but not into much depth. His nostrils flare.

"Here, let's go back inside." He ushers me in in front of him. I want to ask him why we had to go inside all of a sudden but decided against it.

"Lycans don't age, baby. They stay the same, forever." He explains. I nod my head understanding what he's saying.

"Oh." I mumble, "so, would I stay the same when you mark me?" I ask knotting my eyebrows together. Ramon gives me a gentle smile.

"Yes, but I'm not going to be marking you for any time soon." He says lowly back. I bite my tongue from saying anything back to him.

I tilt my head upwards to look at him. My eyebrows furrow in confusion. "Why not?" I ask curiously. I'm not offended by his choice of words, or the tone of his voice. It just leaves me in wonder.

Ramon blinks as he looks down at me. If we were buildings, he'd be a grand hotel and I'd be a tiny shed. Stupid comparison. "You're young. Enjoy it." It's a short, simple answer. I pull my lip between my teeth and choose to not argue back.

"Why did you bring me here then?" I ask, silently trailing behind him when he walks towards the kitchen. Ramon let's out a sigh and continues to work on the soup which is on the stove.

In only a few seconds he dumps some soup into a bowl and turns to me. Steam rises from the bowl and I look at it. It smells absolutely delicious.

"Eat." He commands. I look at the soup for a moment and silently carry it to the kitchen table. I push a spoonful into my mouth and wince at the heat.

The kitchen is silent as he takes a seat near me. I watch him in silence, wondering what is going on inside of his mind. I clear my throat.

"You didn't answer my question." I say simply. He didn't yet it wasn't a hard question.

"Hmm?" He hums, as if he didn't hear me. I let out a sigh and stir my spoon around in my soup.

"Why'd you bring me here, if you want to wait so long to mark me?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows. "You could have just waited until then, so you know...I would have to go through this heat stuff all the time." I say softer now. I'm afraid that he might snap at me.

Ramon pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, making me to swallow hard. He looks like a man that would be involved in some sort of gang. His power pretty much radiates around the room.

"I'm selfish." He mumbles, mixing up his soup. I scoop some into my mouth and let out a satisfied breath at the taste. "besides, there are lots of different things other than....." He trails off as he thinks of the correct word to use. "Penetration." I nearly choke on my food. That word is always so awkward to even read. It doesn't sound right in any form of context.

My heart seems to have stopped in my chest. He stands to his feet and places his bowl in the sink. "Finish eating, then come upstairs when you're done." He says abruptly, walking away before I can even reply to him.

I sit in the silence of the kitchen. The only sound being made is of the spoon hitting the side of the glass bowl every once in a while. When the bowl is only slightly lower than it was when Ramon had given it to me, I push it away and just sort of remain where I am.

I silently wonder if I should do the few dishes in the sink or not. Back home it was my job to do so. I hesitantly place my bowl in the sink. Surely if Ramon wanted me to do them, he would have at least hinted at it.

The spiral staircase is excessive. It's not out of place, but it's so grand compared to any other stairs I've ever saw. There are exactly one hundred and three steps; I counted.

"Are there any specific requests if you go into heat again?" Ramon asks, rubbing a towel through his thick curly hair. He only has a pair of red plaid boxers on. I look at his dark skin. He's mixed. Why hadn't I noticed it before? It makes him even more attractive.

I shrug my shoulders and advert my eyes from him. Casually, I shrug my shoulders. Ramon let's out a frustrated breath and picks me up over his shoulder.

I don't put up a fight as he walks over to the bed and sits me down. "Anything?" He asks, dipping his head down and pressing a kiss to my forehead. I'm starting to think he might just be bipolar.

I look up at him and take in a deep breath. "Please don't take advantage of me-" I start to ask him to not sleep with me even if I beg him to.

"Never." He replies, pushing hair from my face. "Now, bed time." He says, slapping a hand softly against my thigh. I roll my eyes. I'm not a baby.

Ramon walks around the bed and climbs in on the other side. It falls quiet for a little while, and suddenly I'm taken off guard when he pulls me against his chest.

I sigh and curl against him. I've only known him for less than three days and I'm already comfortable with him. My I'm already comfortable with him. My eyes shut, and my fingers curl against his beautifully formed body.

"What were your parents like?" I ask, looking up at Ramon in confusion. Across the room is a picture of a man. I can only assume it's of his father.

He thinks about the question briefly before decides that the question is safe to answer. His fingers run over the bareness of my legs.

"I absolutely adored my parents. My father, he was wealthy. My mother, she wasn't. She was a slave." He says slowly. "I was born in 1810 and they were neither allowed to be together, nor was I supposed to even happen. But my parents loved me nonetheless. I'm sure you would have loved them." He says gently and I look up at him and smile.

He smiles back at me and leans down to press a kiss against my lips. I silently inhale his scent, and take notice that he had scrubbed the smell of smoke from him before he even attempted to touch me.

I kiss him back, and don't stop until he pulls away. "Sleep, baby." He mumbles gently. I sigh out loud and curl my head between his neck and the pillow. I press a kiss on his collar bone and he groans silently.